The day had come again which I feared the most ! Taking Kim to the groomer ! What a hunt ! From her sleeping place I have to chase her (although she runs away from alone when she sees me) to the living room. Then I close the doors, only escape is the kitchen and the basement where the carrier is waiting. She runs in the kitchen, I close the door, she runs down the steps to the basement, where I had already closed all doors, so she was trapped in the staircase ! With a lot of screaming and struggling I finally manage to put her in the carrier and close the door. In the car she says nothing.
Arrived at the groomer I am exhausted while Kim sits purring and making pasta on the table and lets herself brush and turn around in all directions ! What a strange cat !
The next day I had to return with Pookie, as she doesn't go out often anymore her claws had grown and she got stuck everywhere. She is an angel, she only meows a little in the carrier, says nothing at the groomer and sits on the back seat on the way back. I don't need the carrier with her.
Freshly pedicured she rested from her adventure close to the radiator.
Arthur becomes round and rounder, as Pookie has to eat often and I put water in her food for her kidneys, he thinks that he has to eat often too, sometimes he meditates for a long time sitting in front of the bowl "to eat or not to eat". Mostly he eats.
Rosie's favorite place is sitting on top of the sofa and watch birds through the French windows. At least it is warm and besides magpies, crows and pigeons there is nothing to catch for her size.
Or they continue their hibernation.
